Once I came home, Stan was in his driveway, he called me over. He said, "do you know anything about baby birds?" A nest had fallen out of a tree. Stan managed to nurse a baby bird fully back to health. He kept it for quite a while until it could fly. The baby bird would cry as it would for its mother for Stan, until he fed it. That bird loved Stan, and when the time was right, and he learned to fly, he was released. Stan saved that birds life.

I had a cat, Bennie, for about two or three years that I loved dearly. Bennie would run up to greet me when I came home. He didn't care for many people other than Stan and myself. Sometimes I noticed he wouldn't come greet me anymore when I came home. I found out Stan had caught him staring into his front window and couldn't help himself but to let him in. Bennie spent many days hanging out at Stan's house and Stan cared for him just like I would. And when Bennie passed away, Stan buried him right at the edge of his fence where we would talk, so that Bennie could be right in the middle of us always.

Stan's love and compassion for animals spoke volumes of his character. He was a great, hard working man, with a wonderful heart. And he loved his family to no end. He reminded me much of my own father, who was also very close to Stan. After my father passed, I could count on Stan to be happy to help me with anything I needed, sometimes I wouldn't even need to ask. There are no words worthy to describe the vastness of his love and kindness.

My thoughts and prayers are with you Sherrie, Courtney, and Joe. 

I will miss you Stan.